Lazy Day.

 Lazy Day.

 

Not sure if it is the sore muscles that persuaded an old woman to take the day off, or if maybe laziness just happens every so often. Probably the latter. To put it mildly, nothing has been accomplished today. Feeding and watering the critters and gathering eggs is about the size of it. Didn’t even cook anything for a meal for myself or the dogs. Such is true laziness.

 

Finishing the last in a series of books that are pretty good. They center on the fallen angels and make me wonder if some of the angels truly regretted their rebellion and the fall from God’s grace. It also makes me wonder if those who go through the tribulation and the end times are the same folks. Revelations is hard for me to follow, and Daniel is not the easiest to understand either. Probably just as well. Paul said that he only knew the important things that mattered when he went among the Corinthians: “For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.” (I Cor. 2:2). We all know that Jesus left us with two commandments—love God and your fellow man as yourself. That is our job. Pretty simple.

 

It has been a decent day that has not been too hot or too windy. Can’t beat that. Another rain or two might help, but we can’t be too greedy. Sterling said that his part of Arkansas has been so wet that the guys who had to dig ditches with backhoes and such were just stirring the soup that is supposed to be ground up there. Remember when this old hill had a few of those times. Just enough bedrock to keep us from sliding down into the lake.

 

The little chicks are growing by leaps and bounds and flying all over the green house! In nothing flat it will be time to clip one wing on each of those little critters. Otherwise, when they are turned out into the yard, they will be flying over the fences and invading the neighbors’ yards. Can’t imagine how much fun that Roxie and Ruddy would have chasing my chicks!

 

Got six eggs yesterday, so the hen that is moulting has begun to lay again. MSWord says that word should be spelled molting, but the other version suits me. So there! If Shakespeare could invent words and George Washington could invent his own spellings for words, well, this old woman can spell things her way! Not that she has much in common with those two characters. Oh well

 

Really know less than anything today. Got a sweet card from Sue Dickerson today in the mail. Not getting real mail makes a person appreciate it when it does happen, especially when the sentiments are so kind.

 

Let us keep reminding ourselves that God gives us “adventures” just like John Pollard suggested. Each day is another one, and each night a pleasant time to renew our energy and purpose. How kind God has been to us to provide us with an opportunity to see things from different perspectives. Praise His name!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.